Wang Busheng was right. A beautiful woman with wrinkles on her face could not be a beauty. A woman with wrinkles could barely be considered a charming old lady, and she was a favorite of old men. Well, some younger people and uncles will also like lolita.
"You are talking nonsense, who has wrinkles?" Daming didn't believe it. He was still as young as a flower. Recently, he had digestive tract discomfort due to eating too much, which caused him to go to the toilet a little frequently at night, so that he was so tired because of lack of sleep. There are some dark circles in my beautiful eyes, but I can guarantee that there are no wrinkles or anything like that.
"I'm too lazy to lie to you, just take a look for yourself." Wang BuShu took out a small bronze mirror and handed it to Daming with a little green, and then explained, "Look at your forehead, don't tell me that it's a forehead wrinkle, and there's a wrinkle between the eyes. Crow’s feet,”.
Facts speak louder than words. When he saw himself in the mirror, Wang Busheng was right. Daming Dianlu couldn't believe it because he had gained weight and his face was bigger, so the mask that used to fit perfectly didn't fit well. I cut it myself, which is a bit inappropriate. As a result, many places do not match my face shape. It is not very close to the face, and wrinkles naturally appear. I have to say that Wang Busheng observes women very carefully. If you don't have perfect vision, most people can't really see it.
It's just that Ming Dynasty is a woman. Some conceited women have a small problem that many women have, that is, they don't like to be called fat or ugly by others. When they meet strange ugly women, don't we always like to call them beautiful women? After all, Everyone has a strong desire to survive.
Wang Bu Shou's honest words made Daming Yidian Lu feel very bad. With Wang Bu Shou's words, Daming Yidian Lu's complexion gradually changed and turned very dark.
Wang Busheng was a very honest man from the Ming Empire. He would never hide anything when telling the truth in front of women, let alone express his words tactfully. So he continued, "What is most difficult for me to understand is why the corners of your mouth are so... There are wrinkles. As far as I know, people only get wrinkles at the corners of their mouths after they are sixty years old. Could it be that you are already sixty years old, and your descendants are being unfilial if you still come out to make a living at such an old age?"
Daming Dianlu was angry. The appearance he had always been proud of was reduced to nothing. This was a slap in the face. With a loud bang, he tore off the human skin mask on his face and shouted angrily, "You fart, my mother." How can I be sixty? I am eighteen years old. I am at the age where I am as young as a flower. Where are my wrinkles? Where are there wrinkles? Open your dog eyes and take a good look. Where there are wrinkles, your eyes are useless. You can dig them out. "Come out and stomp on me", his anger level probably reached its peak, and then he punched Wang Bushit in the face.
Because Da Ming Yidian Lu is squatting, and after the last experience, Da Ming Yidian Lu is very cautious in his goal. The crotch must not be touched. Old injuries have not healed and new injuries have recurred. This is very likely to become a terminal illness. There is no chance at all. Hope for treatment. The effect of attacking the stomach will be much smaller, and the desire to vent will not be achieved. I happened to see Wang Busidian talking eloquently. This hateful face was square and square, just suitable for his fist to come into close contact, not to mention that he wanted to It's been a long time since I've punched this face. It is better to act than to have a heartbeat, to act quickly, and to do it if you want. If you don’t do it, you will never know the effect, so Daming Yidianlu did it, and the effect is very gratifying.
Wang Busheng never expected that everyone was chatting happily. Criticism and self-criticism were all for the sake of progress. He never expected that the Ming Dynasty, who was not a man of martial ethics, would take advantage of people to relax their vigilance while talking, and hit him in the face. , Young women in the Ming Empire are so shameless.
Wang Bushit was unprepared, but when Daming hit him in the face with a bit of green, Wang Bushit instinctively tilted his face back. The injury was not serious, but there was blood from the nose.
Zhang Jinghui doesn’t know why Wang Busheng has so many weird ideas. It turns out that there are so many requirements for beautiful women. A conversation with you is worth ten years of reading. Sure enough, there is knowledge everywhere in the world, and everyone can be a master. He is listening With relish, how could I not have thought that people in the world are so evil, dishonest, and never say anything before taking action. For example, if you start, I will give you three moves, and the worst one will make a few ahhhhhs as a reminder. There is no such thing as a warning on TV. They all act like this. They say bad women are ugly, but God has never deceived me.
"Busui, how are you?" Zhang Jinghui asked with concern, then took out an embroidered handkerchief from her pocket and blocked the nostrils of the king. This is made by the top embroiderers in Songjiang. It is hard to find. Its precious value is no less than jewelry. Its influence in the female circle of the Ming Empire is no less than that of the donkey brand in the 21st century. It is absolutely original and purely handmade. . In the end, it was ruined by Wang Busheng's nosebleed, and he couldn't even wash it. Rich people have bad habits and it's too wasteful.
The nosebleed stopped, and Wang Bu was furious. He hated the villain who attacked him the most, "How can you hit someone?"
"Shouldn't I hit you? You are my prey, okay? I should kill you."
"Um, okay, I was rude. What others said makes sense." He touched the bridge of his nose. Fortunately, it was not broken. Wang Busheng was full of grievances, "That's not a slap in the face. You are responsible for the ruined appearance."
"Don't you think this is helping you and giving you a fair and just chance to have plastic surgery?".
"Well, does this count as being looked down upon?" Wang Busheng said with a face full of reluctance. "With his perfect face, the gods in the sky who are in charge of human reproduction have worked overtime and stayed up late, killing countless brain cells, and even exhausted several gods to death." "The work that was just completed, you actually said that it needs plastic surgery, you..." Wang Busheng did not continue what he said because he saw Daming's slightly green face, to be more precise, it was another face of Daming that was slightly green and not wearing a mask. His face was stunned for a moment, and he suppressed the words he said later that belittled Daming's green appearance.
"Hehehe, this is the biggest joke I have ever heard in my life. Your face was chosen with the help of gods. The gods you are talking about should be the roaring dog that guards the door. You have the nerve to brag about your appearance that a dog likes. "It's true that you are shameless."
Without the mask, Daming is a little green, and his face is flawless. Although his skin color is a little worse than Zhang Jinghui's, he is still fair. His smart eyes do not look like a sixty-year-old person, and his cheeks have some baby fat, which is very fair. Obviously it's because of the good food and the flesh on the face. The most important thing is where there are wrinkles and crow's feet. This is incredible, is it a Sichuan opera face change! What made Wang Bu die the most unbelievable was why this face looked so familiar to him. He began to search for it in the remaining memories in his mind, just like a prospector looking for mineral veins, digging bit by bit in his mind with a pickaxe. Dig, uh, okay, there is no mine here, let alone the source of this familiar face.
"Who are you? Have we met before?" Wang Busheng asked tentatively. This man looked familiar to him. Could it be in a small movie about Japanese pirates?
"Xiao Lu, you are Xiao Lu." She was still a woman's attentive person. The moment Xiao Lu took off the human skin mask on her face, Zhang Jinghui felt that this face looked familiar. Because of the cold reason, Zhang Jinghui could not go to Wang Wang often. If he didn't die there, he would still have a job, and Xiao Lu was just someone who served beside Leng Bingbing. Zhang Jinghui couldn't spend too much time observing a servant. There are levels in this world, and there are three, six or nine levels of people. It is very unrealistic for you to ask a high-ranking upper class person to bend down and chat with a beggar on the side of the road and imagine his future life. No matter how ridiculous the screenwriter is, he cannot write such a bloody story. Therefore, Zhang Jinghui just felt that it looked familiar, and it was not until Wang Busheng reminded her that Zhang Jinghui remembered it. So he blurted it out.
"Xiao Lu, you are actually Xiao Lu." Wang Bushi couldn't believe it and was shocked.
To be honest, I can’t blame Wang BuSi for not recognizing Xiao Lu. Except for Leng BingBing, the other two Wang BuSi paid little attention to the women in his family. Sometimes they were too lazy to look at them. Although Xiao Hong and Xiao Lu were not bad looking, But no one would chew the grass next to the nest, and he was so busy, earning about a few thousand taels a day, so he had no time to spend elsewhere, so it was normal for him not to recognize Xiao Lu, not to mention that he was still a classmate of Xiao Lu who was a killer. , if it were Xiaohong, Wang Budie might not recognize her unless she looked at her hair that was different from the Chinese.
"Yes, I am Xiao Lu," Da Ming nodded and admitted.
"Then why do you call Daming a little green again?" Could it be that among the hundreds of surnames, there is still one with the surname Daming? Or Xiaolu is a minority. Wang Busheng was a little confused.
"Don't you think a five-character name is more popular and can fool people?" Blinking his lively eyes, Xiao Lu explained playfully.
"Well, I think green is not a festive color. It should be called Da Ming and a little red would be more popular," suddenly Wang Bu Shou thought of something and hurriedly shouted, "Sister Jinghui, cover your eyes!"
"Um" Xiao Lu's face was full of doubts and embarrassment. Could it be that his face was not good-looking and would lead to needle holes? Or maybe his beauty was too difficult for Wang Bu to accept and he was afraid of blinding him. .
"Why"? Zhang Jinghui asked, "To be honest, Comrade Xiaolu's appearance is considered to be of high quality, so he is not too ugly to be noticed."
Wang Bu Shou hurriedly covered his eyes, "There are rules in the killer circle. Anyone who has seen their faces must marry them if they don't want to die."
"What, there is such a rule?" Zhang Jinghui, who was well-informed, was also shocked. Wasn't the TV show a lie? "My Killer Wife" was not a fabrication.
Xiaolu's head was covered with black lines and he rolled his eyes, "You are overthinking. Even if I were to marry a dog, I would not marry you. Look at your face, how could I like it?"
"You, you, you, what do you mean"? As the male protagonist, he has the blessing of the protagonist's halo, is invulnerable to all poisons, has a golden finger, and has the Midas touch. Moreover, he must fall in love with everyone he meets. Every beautiful woman who sees him will cry, yell, roll around, and rush to warm his bed. , Wang Bushi felt that Xiaolu was a black fan assigned to him by the author, and was deliberately trying to hurt him.
"I have no idea what I look like."
"Um, okay, I was hit all over my body."
Zhang Jinghui was confused, as if she was not dating Wang Busheng today, but as if she was feeling the smog. There was fog on her head. Doubts were added to doubts. Her mind had already turned into mush, even for a professional expert. Like an eleven or twelve-year-old love novice, "What on earth is going on?" Zhang Jinghui hits the nail on the head and raises a question of the soul.
"Yeah" no longer care about the topic of appearance. A thousand readers will have a thousand Hamlets. Everyone's standards for judging beauty and their own beauty standards can only dominate the mainstream. There are also people who don't care about appearance and only care about the beauty of the soul. Maybe his beauty is not the type that Xiaolu likes, so Wang Busei felt at ease and relaxed his worries about his appearance. Under Zhang Jinghui’s reminder, Wang Busei finally grasped the key point: "You are not my Xiaolu." Well, how did you become the little green of the Ming Dynasty? No, I should say you were the little green of the Ming Dynasty, how did you become the little green of our family?"
"I am Da Ming Yidian Lu, and I am also Xiao Lu. People in the world call me Da Ming Yidian Lu. My real name is Xiao Lu."
"Your surname is Xiao"?
Da Ming's green eyes were filled with unhappiness, which turned into a look of sadness, as if he was remembering his own tragic past: "I was an orphan, and a widow raised me. I don't have a surname, and she gave me my name."
"You are an orphan, tell me quickly." Wang Busui's strong desire for gossip made him forget the pain in his crotch and face. When he heard Xiao Lu say that he was an orphan, Wang Busui was filled with joy and finally found the same person as him in his previous life. I wonder if the life experiences of today’s orphans are different from those of orphans in the 21st century, and whether there will be dramas about competing with dogs for food. Of course, Wang Busui also wanted to rub salt into the wound. Don't you think it is a happy thing to hear other people's tragic past and see their painful faces?
"Hurry up and tell me something," Wang Bushit urged. "Speak it out and let everyone enjoy themselves."
Wang Budie rolled his eyes and Zhang Jinghui shouted softly, "Don't talk nonsense." Women are naturally soft-hearted and possess the brilliance of motherhood. She looked at Xiao Lu, raised her hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally patted Xiao Lu's shoulder. Zhang Jinghui comforted her. "Don't think about it. The past is over. Memories will only make you feel unhappy. Think about it, you are living a good life now. You have a lot of martial arts, and look at your face. The meat is so delicious."
Well, people outside always have some misunderstandings about people in Jianghu. They always think that they have the ability to fly to the sky and escape from the earth. In fact, this is not the case. It’s just that they can jump higher. As for escape, people from Jianghu are not earthly descendants. Everyone lies on the ground. It's the same thing, but what the hell is that chubby face? Could it be that he's fat?
Just seeing Zhang Jinghui's sincere and perfect face, well, my villain's heart is judged by the gentleman's belly.
"It's okay, just get used to it." Xiao Lu replied lightly.
Wang Busui was full of regrets. What a chance to make himself happy, and it was a repayment for his sorrow.
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Lu said, "From today onwards, Xiao Lu will be dead."
Sitting up suddenly, Wang Bushit put down his hand and looked at Xiaolu in disbelief, "What do you mean? Do you want to commit suicide? Today next year will become your anniversary. I tell you that we are not familiar with each other, and I will not visit your grave."
